By Damien Knapp
My heart beats fast
Anxiety, passion, fire
I can’t get past
This deep desire
I see you in mind
But not in reality
I must be blind
You’re all I see
I want to wake
From this dream
For heaven sake
All this streams
Through me for you
Oh blossom, flower
I will be true
And be your power
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
